"Congratulations!"

Confetti flew out as the teachers and young children of the Southern Transformation Academy gave Jazz a standing ovation.

"What's this?" Jazz's face twisted in distaste.

"It's a surprise graduation party." Ebizu said, smirking, "you mentioned it."

"Yeah, I mentioned that I didn't want a surprise graduation party." Jazz replied dryly.

"Oh? Did you? I'm sorry, I must have been distracted." Ebizu smirked, "I'm just so confused all the time, I mean, it's like someone keeps calling me the wrong name."

"Oh wow, you suffer from confusion? You might want to get that checked. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery Ebizu, we're so proud…" Jazz grinned.

"Hmph… prick…"

"Murderous psycho-bitch…" the two laughed at each other. Jazz finally walked into the classroom, he shook hands, gave out hugs, exchanged gifts, and showed off his shapeshifting prowess. It had taken him 5 months total to master Shapeshifting, giving him 3 months before the Budokai Tenkaichi tournament. It wasn't yet time for the full moon, so he didn't need to visit Goku yet, as he'd done so every month on the full moon.

The first month was disastrous, Jazz lost three limbs and Krillin was almost eaten. Krillin freaked out when Jazz's legs and left arm grew back, but Jazz managed to convince him that it was a shapeshifting technique he picked up in the advanced stages.

The second month, Goku smashed Roshi's home to pieces. But could be made docile with the food they prepared. Near the end of the night, they were even able to touch the Oozaru on the face and forehead without eliciting a violent reaction.

In the third month, Goku was able to recognize Krillin, Roshi, and Jazz, but would attack anyone else on sight. It seemed though that if he saw any of those three protecting that person, he would back off.

In the fourth month, they had a breakthrough. Goku was able to stand and sit on command, he could even perform some tricks here and there. Shake, roll over, beg, bark, or well, howl. Krillin thought it was ridiculous, but Jazz admitted that at the least, it was better than wanton destruction. It was also the first time Goku stated he thought he remembered a bit about being an Oozaru. In many ways, it was good, because Goku was slowly getting resistant to his tail weakness. Jazz didn't want to interrupt their training. Going Oozaru in the fourth month left Goku comatose for 3 days, it seemed like trying to exert control over the form was mentally exhausting to an extreme degree. Despite that, Goku was excited to continue, and Jazz didn't want to distract from Master Roshi's more important training regiment. Roshi, upon seeing Goku's transformation, also quietly trained like a madman. Something Jazz thought was good.

Jazz then thought to stay with Bulma but shook her head. He's visited several times, and each time, she'd make him go shopping for hours. Her friends were annoying and vapid, and the boys around her were insufferable and stupid. It physically pained Jazz to watch them put down him and Yamcha verbally and make poses. Though, Jazz did enjoy the one time Bulma let him voice his opinion physically. Jazz had immediately challenged ten of the boys to a 10-on-1 cage match, they could bring weapons of any kind except real guns. They brought knives, swords, tasers, machetes, paintball guns, bb guns, and airsoft rifles. One even tried bringing in a medieval cannon. Jazz made the rules simple, they touched him once, and he'd let them go on a date with Bulma, otherwise, they eave him the fuck alone or he'd get free reign to beat the tar out of them. 5 minutes and 10 rows of broken front teeth later, Jazz was feeling light as a bird. 'Nah, I'd rather just visit, honestly, her family's pretty scary sometimes.' Jazz thought to Bulma's mom, who literally looked 20, even though she should have been way older.

"Have you decided on where to live?" Ebizu suddenly asked, "because… well, we may have a teaching position open, since we've not had Rosuto for a while…" Some of the teachers smirked behind Ebi's back.

Jazz waved his hand, "Nah, I already have a place in mind. I plan to travel, but there was a Farmer and his daughter I needed to visit, I owe them a lot."

"Oh?!" Ebi smiled awkwardly, "hahaha! You're right! I wouldn't ask you anyway! Pft… did you believe I'd offer the position! No way!" She turned around and left the room quickly.

Jazz stared at her awkwardly, "pfft, she's crazy." In the back of his head, Bart's words echoed "Sometimes man, girls just won't like you.". "Well," he thought, "she must just hate me still." He shook his head and returned to the festivities.

After a few more hours, people returned home, to class, or to work. Jazz took a stroll to help burn off the calories from the cake and chicken he enjoyed.

"You've graduated." He turned to see Warrick approaching him.

"Yup." Jazz nodded. "I do admit, it was tough, but I feel fulfilled."

Warrick nodded and smiled, "the magic is also coalescing within you, I can barely feel the phoenix and koropokkur within you, it is becoming just your magic and ki."

Jazz nodded, "yup, I guess that's why you guys were comfortable showing me around the parents, you could make them think I simply had a varied family history, which many students have."

Warrick nodded, "I apologize for having to parade you."

"No, I get it." Jazz nodded, "but I'd think after Lucifer…"

"To be fair, Ebizu at many points wanted to come and apologize to you, but she's been terrified."

"Hmm?" Jazz asked, confused.

"We saw your conversation with your friend, and she's been spying on your training sessions with him to help him control that form."

"I see." Jazz smirked. "And, so, did she fall in love with me or something? Was she like… 'oh, I misjudged him, I called him a monster, almost killed him, he should hate us, but he was so kind in comparison. His friend, he's like us! Yet Jazz was friends with that boy!"

"Did you… overhear us?" Warrick asked suddenly.

"It's pretty simple." Jazz smirked, "I can transform indefinitely right?"

Warrick nodded.

"So, what if I transform my ears to be slightly bigger, and my eardrums to be capable of hearing better, say, I change up the structure to be more like a dog's." He parted his long red hair, revealing elf-like ears, "I've had these babies on for a while, but you never noticed." Jazz had actually emulated the sensitive ears of the namekians, without the antennas, his hearing wasn't nearly as good, but it was still much better than a human's hearing.

"You little sneak!" Warrick grinned. "If you knew, why didn't you say anything to Ebi?"

"Well, easy, Ebi would kill me." Jazz snorted, "she's like, 18, right? Some punk teen goes up and says, 'hey, remember how you tried to kill me? Yeah, I forgive you, let's go out and start dating.'" He laughed, "She wouldn't be able to live it down, whether she said yes or no. Besides, I don't think I want to get involved with anyone right now." Jazz sighed, "I've got a lot of ground to cover and a lot of places to visit. I don't want to have to worry about someone's romantic needs, or have to have them worry about mine."

Warrick nodded, "it makes sense. Though, does her race not bother you?"

Jazz shook his head. "Why would it?" He shrugged, "she's a half-breed of two aquatic yokai, right? One that tells the future and summons water, and another that's literally just a mermaid but scary, I mean, sure, it's 'odd', but I myself am mixed race, so I don't find her any weirder than me, or you, or anyone else on Earth, I mean, we're all people right? It's what we do, not what we are, that makes us. I'm sure outside of trying to kill me, Ebizu is a lovely young woman."

"I never did ask." Warrick sighed, "Ebizu?"

"Oh, well, her name is Ebi Mizu. Ebimizu is kinda a mouthful, so I shortened it. Also, for some reason, Ebizu rolls off the tongue for me, it also sounds cute to me."

Behind some trees, Ebi felt her face flush, and she fought off the desire to gulp. Jazz on the other hand resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ebizu was an easier way to refer to her, but he also did it in homage to Ebisu, the Japanese patron deity of fisherman and tradesmen. The god was considered one of the seven gods of luck and fortune, and was Japan's only original luck god, but was physically described as a jolly fatso with a beard and eternally dopey grin. Ebi was very very different in appearance, but he thought that it was ironic. A dopey, fat man who was truly kind and good on the inside, and a beautiful, enchanting lady of the sea who… 'well, the jury is out for now on whether she's a bitch or not' Jazz admitted to himself. "Anyways, Warrick." Jazz began, "why did you call me? It's not just to grill me on my relationship with Ebizu, is it?"

"No, I actually wanted to ask you something important."

"Hmm?" Jazz noticed the change in tone.

"What do you think of werewolves?"

Jazz raised an eyebrow, "umm, I don't really have much of an opinion." Jazz shrugged, "I guess I think about them generally the same as I do other yokai, I'm certainly impressed with your strength, you're still stronger than me without transforming, and then you blow me out of the water, to the point where I wonder why you don't enter the Budokai Tenkaichi."

"Are you interested in becoming what I am?"

"Huh?" Jazz was really confused now. "What now?"

"Are you interested in becoming a Noble Werewolf?"

"As opposed to a… commoner werewolf?" Jazz asked, "are you royalty?"

Warrick shook his head, "Noble Werewolves are a type of werewolf. Let me finish before you say anything snarky, smartass."

Jazz closed his mouth.

"Good, anyways we are exceptionally powerful compared to a normal werewolf. Did you know most werewolves only increase in power by 1.5-2 times?"

"I didn't." Jazz replied.

"Shut up, anyways, a noble werewolf's strength can increase up to 2.5 times compared to their original power."

"I see." Jazz began, "so, you want to turn me into a werewolf? How does it work? Do you have to bite me? Do I have to drink some of your blood on a full moon?"

Warrick shakes his head. "Noble Werewolves are different from normal werewolves, we don't spread through biting, rather, we must kiss our target."

Jazz's smirk dropped. He turned into a hummingbird and began to fly up, but before he could move, a mass of netting caught him. "NOOOOOO! I DON'T SWING THAT WAY! I'M STRAIGHT! NOOOOOO!"

"Shut up!" Warrick growled, "my sister's the one kissing you."

"Oh.." Jazz calmed down a little. "How old is she?"

"She's 65."

"NOOOOOO!"

…

Dealla Suteki looked rather good for a 65-year-old. In fact, Jazz could not tell her apart from a woman in her mid 20's. That didn't stop him from attempting to resist being kissed, even if she was one of the more beautiful women Jazz had ever seen.

"Kuuhk… kill me…" Jazz muttered in disbelief. "I… I can never be a husband now… I'm dirty."

"Shut up! I just kissed you on the cheek you baby!" Dealla growled angrily, she turned to her little brother. "Are you sure we should allow him to become one of us? He looks like a pansy!"

"He's the real deal sister. Truly worthy to be a noble werewolf."

Jazz writhed on the ground for a few more seconds before finally shapeshifting into a black rat snake and slithering out of the netting. "Oof, I've jusssssst been kisssed by a grannie." he stared at them and stuck a tongue out, tasting the air. "Sssso, what happensssss now?" He hissed as he swayed left and right.

"You simply do not transform for 3 consecutive full moons, and then you'll be able to achieve your juvenile form."

"Juvenile form?" Jazz asked.

"Yes, Noble Werewolves have a juvenile form, then an adult form that reflects their desires and tendencies," Dealla smirked. "For my brother's example, he's a massive furry, so he's the standard werewolf."

Warrick smirked, "and my sister's a fucking weeb, so she has giant knockers, big old ears, and a big bushy tail when she transforms, alongside a human face and body except for her arms and legs, which become furry and claw-like, as if she was a fucking cosplayer at a weeb convention."

Jazz raised an eyebrow, "I see, thanks for the heads up." He transformed into an Eider Duck. "Well… quack, thanks for the memories, even if they weren't always so great, quack." Jazz took off and began to fly straight north.

"Hmph, I see what you mean brother." Dealla rubbed her arms, "it was a struggle just to pull him in to give him that smooch, he's really strong, and how old is he?"

"He said about 15 and 9 months."

"Wow…" She whistled, "he'll surpass you quickly, in fact, he might even surpass me."

"You mean he'll surpass you quickly, then he may surpass me."

"Says the one with the weakest transformation in history." Dealla began to transform.

"Says the weaker person in general…" Warrick's face elongated as fur began to cover his entire body.

…

Jazz flew through the air, there was something liberating about shapeshifting, the wind in his face, the air pushing past him, the feeling of not being limited by one form or function, he felt a great desire to simply fly forever. But that wasn't why he had transformed. He was heading over to the Farmer's, Gabriel's, home. "I hope they remember me."

Jazz flew across the planes, then felt something above him. He looked up to see a pterodactyl swooping down to snatch up and eat him. Jazz smirked.

The pterodactyl hadn't seen any ducks in the wasteland for years, when dinosaurs had been wished back, they quickly wiped out many other species, so animals had been forced into extinction or migration. This looked like an easy meal, but before the pterodactyl's eyes, the duck with a red tuft of feathers rose further up in the air with an insane level of speed and precision. Just as the flying lizard overcame its confusion, it suffered a massive blow to the back of its head as the duck literally karate kicked it.

"Careful, girls say I'm a little too much, wouldn't want to give you indigestion, Quack." Jazz laughed, the advantage of shapeshifting into other living beings was the ability to channel ki through the body efficiently. Just as transforming into machines burned his stamina at a steady rate regardless of his strength, his ki burned regardless of his total amount when attempting to boost a machine-morph's already drastic speeds. However, a living body could channel ki efficiently, with the same level of skill as he could. If he remembered from Warrick correctly: "a biological being has ki, no matter how tiny the organism, even bacteria have ki, an infinitesimally small amount of ki, but ki all the same. When you transform, your biology changes, but the ki within you does not, nor does the strength, skill, mind, and experience you've accumulated. This is why most used transformation merely to shock, frighten, and trick, a weak man becomes a weak tiger, a strong man becomes a weak tiger if the man is already weaker than a tiger. A powerful man becomes a bunny capable of killing a tiger if the powerful man could already kill a tiger. Of course, different creatures had different biology. A person transformed into a bear is still a bear, and is as durable and heavy as a bear and will be shaped like a bear, inside and out, so your muscles, blood vessels, and the main point of ki will deviate based on your form. It's easier to channel ki in any humanoid form, easier to channel ki in a mammal, easier to channel ki in a warm-blooded creature, and easier to channel ki in an animal. But, ultimately, being a living creature allows one to easily channel ki, machines do not have nerves, blood vessels, or hearts unless designed to emulate such things, they do not truly breath or move, and if they are in some way alive, it is not by any means one would use to define biological life normally. For this reason, attempting to channel your ki, say in the form of a car, will cause a monumental amount of strain on both your stamina and ki reserves, but, in exchange, however, the body you are in becomes stronger by an equivalent amount." He had held up a sword and his arm. "Due to my ki and power, this sword will snap against my arm, if you imbue ki into the sword, my arm will bleed, and depending on how much stronger you are than me, it will be a quick and easy slice, if someone as strong as me transforms into a sword then channels his ki through their form…." He winked, "well, let's say you could have sliced Lucifer into butter in that case."

Jazz spotted the familiar fields and farmhouse. As he flew down, he noticed the farmer, tending to his plants. He noticed that the man was tending to peas, beans, and cauliflower. A dozen feet from the air, Jazz burst into white clouds and reformed in front of the entrance to the property.

"Mr. Gabriel!" He shouted, cupping his hands.

The farmer turned to him, his eyes narrowed in the glare of the sun. "Oh? Is that you Jazz?!" He shouted excitedly, running over to give the tall young man a bear-hug. "You've gotten a whole lot taller young man, and your hair!" He ruffled Jazz's shoulder-length spiky hair. "It looks like you've been through a lot, it's been about a year now, hasn't it?"

"Yes sir," Jazz smiled, "I just wanted to drop by and say hello."

"Oh?" The farmer smiled. "Well, it's always good to have some company."

"I also brought some gifts." Jazz took out and tossed some capsules on the floor, revealing several specialty farming tools, a new truck capsule, and some alcohol."

"You aren't old enough to drink." The farmer looked at the capsules, smiling.

Jazz shook his head, "It's not for me, I know, it's a gift." He smiled, "where's Miguel? I had a few gifts for her too."

Gabriel smiled. "She moved to Orange City to live with her aunt. My sister-in-law owns a record label, and says Miguel has a lot of talent, she just needs that lucky break." He laughed, "she just recently sent a letter, could you send my reply for me? I've got to tend to the ostriches."

Jazz nodded, "sure, no problem." He took the letter.

"Oh, and Jazz, just visiting was nice, I've lost a lot of people in my life, so it's always great when those that remain come and visit." He smiled.

Jazz felt touched, but also guilty, 'I should have visited at least once in these 5 months…'

Gabriel seemed to notice Jazz's mood. "Please, don't feel bad on account of this old man." He laughed, "you youngins have your own lives to live, as long as you visit this old man once in a while, I'll be alright."

Jazz nodded, "of course!" Jazz took the letter and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" The farmer shouted, "don't you need a ride to the city?"

Jazz shook his head, "it's been a long year." He tensed his legs, and leaped 10 feet into the air, facing the noonday sun, and transformed. Feeling like showing off a bit, Jazz chose his form, "antlers of a dear, head of a crocodile, the red eyes of a demon, a snake's neck, claws of a haw, palm of a tiger, ears of a cow, scales of a carp…." He laughed as he transformed to emulate Shenron, whose appearance had been burned into his psyche. Jazz coiled through the air and sailed across the sky until he began careening towards the ground. "WITH DUCK WINGS!" Another small puff of smoke exploded out as the dragon's arms and legs were replaced with oversized duck wings. Jazz began to work overtime, imbuing as much ki as possible to keep himself afloat. He turned to look at the farmer, who gaped in awe at the majesty of the dragon, who leaped into the air, made a coiling dive, then seemed to swoop up again with dusty-angel-like wings. Jazz turned around, content that he'd been able to make an impressive show of things. Then, after he flew for an hour, he found a place in the woods and transformed. Jazz gasped for air and clutched his chest. "I… I almost faceplanted into the ground… what the hell…" He chuckled then sighed. "Okay, Orange City is the old name of Satan City, or Hercule City, or Herculopolis, we'll find out soon." He looked at the closed envelope, "It shouldn't be too hard to find Miguel."

…

"You stupid brat! Who do you think you are?!"

Well, Jazz was correct, it wasn't too difficult to find Miguel. The issue was...

"Who do you think you are! Sure, they were mean for making fun of your outfit, but you didn't have to kill him over that!" Miguel stood in front of a teenager with a thick, curly, black afro and prominent sideburns. She turned to the boy, "Hey, it'll be okay, the cops are coming, and he'll go to jail."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The man facing them laughed.

Jazz looked around and slowly formulated what had happened. They were in a high-class restaurant. He found a small poster advertising Miguel and surmised that she had probably been hired to sing in person. The angry patron was wearing a pink gi, red sash belt, and had his hair tied tightly in a ponytail. Jazz recognized the long coat, it was of Chinese design, with the Kanji for 'kill', 'satsu', in the front. 'Why is Mercenary Tao here…?' Jazz couldn't face Tao, he was stronger than Master Roshi, but weaker than Goku after his training with Korrin, which gave him a powerlevel around 180. He couldn't beat Tao in a head-on fight, but he could try something else.

"Pft… little girl, I'm telling the truth when I say there's only one reason why you aren't dead yet. Only because I enjoyed that music you were singing earlier, do I take the time to humor you. Step away from the brat, he's getting what's coming to him, or my name isn't Mercenary Tao." His name elicited gasps and shrieks from the restaurant guests and staff, several of whom began to run.

Jazz was still by the entrance to the restaurant, so they hopefully wouldn't notice him as he transformed into someone. As the dust cleared, Jazz felt taller, he looked at a mirror and winked at the reflection. "AHEM!" He shouted.

Mercenary Tao looked over with an annoyed expression, "who on Earth are you?!" He demanded, "I'm quite busy!"

Jazz's transformation was that of the "handsome" middle-aged man Oolong had taken the form of, the only notable differences were that Jazz was wearing a clean white suit, and held a cane. "Yes," he was surprised by the base in his voice. "I've searched the planet for you Mercenary Tao, I heard you can kill anyone for 100 billion Zeni, is that correct?"

"True, I'm glad you're already aware of my pricing." Tao smiled and crossed his arms.

"Yes, I have someone I need you to kill, but I think it's inappropriate to speak on it here, please, can we move to a more private area?"

"I could just kill all the witnesses." Tao began.

"I don't have the money to pay you for all of that."

"HAHAHAHA!" Tao's grin widened, "I like you, I'll give you a discount, how about, 10 billion Zeni?"

"Well hot damn-I...I mean thank you for your kindness, now, please follow me." Jazz smiled as he led Mercenary Tao out of the restaurant and towards a pub.

"So… what did you need to tell me?" Tao asked. "Who is my target."

Jazz sat across from Tao in the bar, got himself a scotch, pretended to take a sip, and in the most serious voice he could muster, he turned to the Mercenary, "I have a really huge target, a real whale of a person." He resisted the urge to continue by saying 'yo mama'. "This person stole something from me before you kill them, "I'll need you to ask them where the SUGMA is…"

Mercenary Tao nodded, "of course, now, how will I know what a SUGMA is?"

Jazz replied, "that's easy, SUGMA(suck my/suck ma) dick." A ball of flame exploded in Mercenary Tao's face, followed by a could of white and black smoke.

The Mercenary burst through the smoke but found no one. "That bastard… he tricked me!?" He ran around like crazy. The bar was also a mess, the smoke and flames had destroyed part of the stool, and a patron who had been sitting and resting at the side had fallen over. One of the busboys began helping the patron up.

"You!" Mercenary Tao began to strangle the boy, "does this bar have cameras!? Take me there."

The frightened employee allowed Tao into the backroom, but to his dismay, the explosion took so much of the screen that he couldn't make heads or tails of the mysterious man's disappearance. "What the hell did that bastard want?" He growled, "was it to protect those kids? No, they didn't recognize him at all, unless, a disguise?!" He rushed back to the restaurant, where he saw the teen boy and girl speaking to police officers, he looked around but saw no one that matched the man.

"...we have, possible suspect, male in white tuxedo, seen heading straight into the barbarian lands…" An officer spoke into his walkie-talkie a little too closely to the Mercenary.

Mercenary Tao turned to see that the police officer had a human appearance save for dog ears. "You! Bastard! Where did that man go?!"

The cop shook in fear, "wh-wha… s-sir, that's confidential information." He screamed in pain when Mercenary Tao broke his arm.

"You won't get a second chance."

"H-he… he was h-heading into the wilderness, the wastelands and Barbarian Lands crossing point."

Mercenary Tao gave his thanks by snapping the cop's neck, killing him almost instantaneously. But, luckily, for Jazz, almost instant is not the same as instant, and he regenerated, slowly watching as Tao sailed off. Mercenary Tao kicked down a phone pole, threw it into the air, and leaped on it as he made his way due east to catch the car and assailant who didn't exist. Jazz apologized to Sunny in his head, as he used the cop's appearance to fool Tao. As he stood up, several officers walked up to him.

"Are you alright? Also, who the hell are you?" One of them pointed an accusatory finger at him.

'Oops,' Jazz realized that he made a mistake, they were in Orange City, he had met Sunny in East City, so the uniforms were different enough.

Jazz smiled light-heartedly, "I am…" the 'cop' exploded into white dust, the cops were so surprised that they didn't notice the tiny red fly that sailed through the quickly dissipating clouds.

Jazz then turned to Miguel and the boy. "Okay then, I guess it's time to say 'longtime no see' to Miguel, and 'hello, nice to meet you', to the one and only 'Hercule' Mark Satan…"

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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 15 (and 9 months), physical appearance: 15-16

Hair color: Red

Skin color: white

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish descent), Quarter Asian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 9inches | 175 centimeters (69 inches, nice)

Weight: 157 lbs | 71 kilograms (the namekians granted him a pair of 10, 15, and 20 kilogram wrist and ankle weights. (3 sets of weighted clothing in total, 4 parts each, 22 pounds, 33 pounds, and 44 pounds respectively, currently using 15 kg (33 lbs) weights.

Skills: Decent Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age, intermediate martial arts skills, average ki control, good pain tolerance, trap building, intermediate weapons mastery, basic boxing, basic mma, street fighting skills

Powers: Magic Materialization (Fire) (Intermediate Understanding)

General magic: Rudimentary Understanding

Max Power/ Pump Up,

Shapeshifting, Mastered Skill level (indefinite)

Noble Werewolf (dormant)

Powerlevel: 50, will raise to 75 temporarily when using Pump Up/Max Power

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Afterword:

Darn! I was having him grow about 4 points a month in powerlevel, if only he finished training a month earlier! Then he would have reached a power level of 46, and it would rise up to 69 when he used Max Power!

I'm so disappointed that that is all I can say about this chapter, outside of thanks for all your support! Don't worry, I don't plan to make the werewolf thing overshadow the others, in fact, it will be relatively… something. I just hope you all bear with and trust me. If I've let you down, you can let me know lol. Also, I hope the last two chapters before this one wasn't too intense to the point of distaste. I sometimes go a little crazy when I write "stream of consciousness" style.